A Sorcerer’s Journey

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1293: Rampage

"No!"

With a "whoosh," a breath of air that piqued Green’s interest erupted from the space below, accompanied by an earth-shaking roar of will.

Green casually dodged aside, avoiding an "clang clang" chain hammer from an Ironblood Hunter, as if taking a leisurely stroll. He brushed past a Particle Beam Cannon and flicked a piece of Void Meteorite Rubble, which hit with a "bang" sound, twisting the hunter’s Metal Armor into a lump and exploding the Ironblood’s entire body into scattered fragments.

Not paying it any mind, Green’s Three-Colored Light Eyes gazed downward.

"Oh? Activating true form along with a special transformation?"

At this moment, the Ironblood Royal Guard, whom Green had initially attacked and deemed the strongest of the three, expanded to over three hundred meters as a Blood Element Giant. With purely crimson skin, under the gaze of Green’s Truth Mask Three-Colored Light Eyes, the original Ironblood Royal Armor had now become the skeleton of this true body!

Originally, the armor protected and solidified the blood elemental body, but now it’s reversed?

However, in the face of absolute strength, all clever tricks and deceitful techniques are meaningless!

Crackle! Crackle!

As the top creature of this small battlefield, the terrifying Demon King, repelled by the entire legion, Green’s Annihilation Force Arc with a strike exceeding three million degrees, gathered at the tip of the extreme abyss magic staff, descended like divine retribution towards the frantic roaring Ironblood Royal Guard with resolute will and a sword in hand.

Rumble rumble rumble...

Just as she reached her peak, filled with boundless fighting spirit, she was again slammed into the ground by Green with a casual strike, energy light violently bursting forth.

Yet, to Green’s surprise, this guy still wasn’t dead?

Indeed, she was the most formidable among the three Ironblood Royal Guards as judged by Green.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The main cannons of the Ironblood Battleships, detected by Green, varied from forty thousand to one hundred thousand degrees, marking the difference between regular Ironblood Battleships and Super Ironblood Warships.

A thousand main cannon attacks happening in an instant seemed scattered and flawed from Green’s perspective, unlike during the Wizard World civilization war, when a Level Five Wizard’s view was filled with fear of the Void Fleet.

After swinging the extreme abyss magic staff twice, and destroying some Ironblood Battleships with extreme cold and gravity distortion, Green disinterestedly muttered a couple of spells. His body squirmed and split into two Oblivion Source Avatars.

"Help me get rid of these Ironblood Battleship Legions."

Just finished saying this, one of the Oblivion Source Avatars protested, "Why don’t you use your Ninety-Nine Unity Sword and Yin-Yang Dichotomy Lantern? Why do you always let us fight, only to remove the magical restrictions afterward? Are you just lazy and throwing all the dirty work on us? I..."

This series of questions left Green dumbfounded. Another peculiar character of an Oblivion Source Avatar.

"Um... because you’re more handsome than me."

Green’s response made the questioning Oblivion Source Avatar halt abruptly, his eyes wide open in disbelief as he looked at Green.

"Main body, you’re absolutely right! It’s truly commendable for you to acknowledge and boldly state that, hahaha..."

As he said this, the Oblivion Source Avatar burst into laughter, his body began to expand at an astonishing rate, larger and larger, his scales covered with rough bone spikes, and wild, fierce muscles bulged. The Ancient Giant Chi Demon’s three heads and six arms gradually retracted. Under the formidable, towering ten-thousand-meter figure, standing on the pitch-black earth, he let out an ancestral roar.

Roar...

With thick black beard swaying on his chin, the ground trembles with "rumble," "rumble" sounds, this ancestor’s avatar extended a sky-covering palm, stirring astonishing spatial fluctuations, swiping towards the hurriedly evading Ironblood Warships.

The other Oblivion Source Avatar, however, was somewhat gloomy, lacking any desire to transform, and charged directly towards the moderately sized legion upfront.

Buzz...

Behind Green, the crescent moon disc Ironblood Royal Guard attacked again, targeting the terrifying Demon King who had descended upon the Void Meteorite Great World in her eyes, an invincible figure!

This time, witnessing Green so easily summon two such powerful and unbelievable avatars, the Ironblood Royal Guard under the Dark Moon Mask gazed at Green as if looking up fearfully at a Dominator.

If the iron and blood will’s glory hadn’t been imprinted deep in her soul, simultaneously knowing the small commander and the trump card technique, she would’ve probably turned and fled long ago.

Fighting such an existence, probing into the depths of Wild’s unfathomable, seemingly inexhaustible power, the Ironblood Royal Guard discerned only endless darkness and despair.

Where did the Tricksters find this monster, and how many years had he hidden within the Trickster World Cluster?

He must not be allowed to grow!

Otherwise, one day, he will undoubtedly become an existence comparable to a Saint among the Trickster’s Clan!

Again, the crescent moon disc swept past, yet this time, this Ironblood Royal Guard keenly sensed the disdainful cold smile in this bizarre being’s eyes. She understood what that meant: it was a condescending overlook, a disdain from a higher level of vision. Without the hindrance of other Ironblood Royal Guards, facing this dreadful monster, she’s absolutely not its match, and she would soon be irresistibly and devastatingly killed by it.

Now, there was no one who could stop him here, this unprecedentedly powerful external alien form, she had to create an opportunity for the commander!

"For the great glory of the iron blood will!"

Just as Green intended to deal the death blow to his fourth prey target, suddenly, Green’s Three-Colored Light Eyes pupils shrank, and he retreated rapidly. For it to cause such a reaction from Green, it was evident how strong this Ironblood Royal Guard’s last resort was.

Each Ironblood Royal Guard definitely had their strong points, and this Ironblood Royal Guard’s ability was just...

"Too late..."

This Ironblood Royal Guard raised the crescent moon disc high, her eyes under the Dark Moon Mask locked onto Green, murmuring in a low voice.

Feeling something, both of Green’s Oblivion Source Avatars, the distant Trickster Master Bruru assembling the legion, the Ironblood Royal Guard knocked down to the ground again by Green, some powerful beings among the Ironblood Legion, all stared over in horror. Quickly, their eyes were filled with infinite brightness, the most beautiful Light of Death.

Rumble rumble rumble...

A blood-colored beam of light, piercing through heaven and earth, spread in all directions, effortlessly drawing Green into it, and even some nearby Ironblood Legions, the ancestor’s avatar’s Oblivion Source Avatar, and Bruru, were sucked in.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle...

Blood-red arcs of electricity swirled around, slicing through the sky, gathering towards this pillar of destructive light.

The strong ones at the distant crater Ironblood Mine Source battlefield sensed something and turned their gaze towards the beam of light piercing the sky, all taken aback. What happened over there?

Summoned by the horn, Mystical Trickster Masters, Low-level Shapeshifters, and Native World Masters, all paused, unable to sense the horn’s wave anymore.